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It's Devlin and welcome to another edition of Wild in Bed.
There's always This story is best enjoyed laying on your bed,
put your earbuds in, take a nice, deep breath and
just let all the stress, all that tension of the
week ago. For the next half an hour or so,
it's just you in my voice. This is your time,
your pleasure to close your eyes, just let my words,
my voice drift over you. The computer flickers to life,
its soft glow filling the room, illuminating Ann's face. She
turns her head as if pained by the light. Fuck,
she mumbles, at the savage claws of a hangover dragging
across her brain. She winces again, promising herself a glass
of water into Eybroprofen wants. Its damn computer started to
work properly, if it ever did. It wasn't that the
it equipment was old in this office or even useless.
It just never seemed to work as Anne intended, and
in her book, that made it broken. The other staff
never seemed to have the same problems, or not ones
that they admit to. At least, consoling herself, it was
probably just that they never owned up having an issue.
Of course, everybody else had the same problems. Even the
damn photocopy had mocked her for three days. She hadn't
been able to photocopy one damn piece of paperwork and
she sure as hell wasn't asking any of the other
younger girls to help her. Leaning back in her seat,
closing her eyes for a moment, waiting for the familiar
ping of the computer to wake her, she let her
mind wander back to the bar last night. There had
certainly been a lot of gin and tonics passing her lips.
The jokes had flowed freely. It had been so long
since they had gathered as friends, and truly felt like
last night was her first night of freedom after serving
months in prison. The computers serenaded her briefly and cursed,
having hoped for a few more minutes of reliving last night,
surveying the office again looking for some distraction this morning.
Of course, the drinking had led to issues this morning
with her partner, and despite her best efforts, Anne had
to leave the house frustrated and wanted. She needed something
to take her mind of the dull ache between her thighs.
The phone rings, shattering the genesis of her lustful thoughts.
Yet the minute the call is over, their return with
a vengeance. Dam Why are meant so useless in bed
after getting drunk tonight? It shifts mean he's working away,
so it was back to her favorite battery powered boyfriend,
something that was becoming all too familiar for AND's liking,
back to letting her eyes drift around the office. The
office is clean and sterile, like most offices, she would imagine,
self motivational images hung from the walls, not that they
really had any effect on Anne. Bookcases lining the walls
full of important looking tones on various aspects of business,
each one of them looking more boring than the last.
When she first started working in the office, she had
briefly started reading one of the books, an interest that
had lasted less than ten seconds. She couldn't have been
more than a hundred words in, and felt her panties
dropping off in boredom, her panties and that thought, God,
was this going to be her day to day? Hung Over,
horny and frustrated to Helen Bag this was going to
be one hell of a long day. Shifting on her
seat uncomfortably, her wet pleasure already teasing at the soft
lace of her panties, and squeezes her thighs together, hoping
to tame her hot lust. As her wrapper around skirt
falls gently over her moving thighs. The sudden breeze caresses
at her panties, stimulating her further, and tries to withhold
the gentleman that escapes her lips. Automatically closing her eyes,
she sinks into the unbidden pleasure a little more. The
ring of her desk phone shakes it quickly from her
brief fantasy. A deep voice, resonant and dominant, speaks, Hi,
I've been booked to fix your network issues, but I'm
running a little late. I'll be with you in about
an hour. The tones in the voice melt through Anne somehow,
each vowl teasing her body in such a salacious way. Okay, fine,
most of the office will be in a training session.
Will that be okay? And responds, frustrated with the disruption
to her fantasy. As long as I can get my
hands on everything I need, it will be fine. That
delectably warm voice resonates somewhere deep with their hands panties.
I'll see you then, Anne says, replacing the handset. She
sighs a breath of relief. At least she has an
excuse now not to go to the staff training session.
The minutes past by, and watches as everyone leaves for
the upper floor offices, grateful for the opportunity to sleep
a little and recover from the sins of last night.
Closing her eyes, she relaxes into a brief sleep. A
loud knock at the door wakes her sharply, reacting on instinct,
and leaps from her chair and is halfway to the
main door before she is even fully awake. Opening it,
she stares confused at the young man stood on the doorstep.
Can I help you? Yes, it's Mark from Network Services.
We've spoken araga, he says, looking equally confused. Oh, oh, yes,
please come in. As a sleep drops from her eyes
and can see the sparkle in his eyes, his firm
jaw lined, his white smile as he speaks in that
waitiful tone, his tone body as he moves pass Ann,
rushing against her. Her scirtfuls open and his hand inadvertently
brushes her thigh sending tremise to Anne's core. She shudders
at his touch, its hands rough against the silken flesh
of her thighs. Walking into the main office, he puts
his tool box down on Ane's desk. Am I all right?
Leaving this here? He asks, His tones scress sing every
inch of Anne's body. Yeah, I guess, She stutters, her
eyes tracing a seductive line over his torn jeans, lingering
longfully around his groin, noticing the prominent bulge beneath the
faded denim, A thousand images flash in Anne's mind. Good,
he turns. Anne's eyes cannot help but settle on his
tight ask at the contour showing beautifully through the denim.
Salacious thoughts invade Anne's mind. Lust burns between her thighs
as her eyes dance over every inch of his hard
toned body. Not needing to feel this lust so intensely
between her thighs, and returns to her seat, keeping her
desk firmly between her and the sexy young network engineer,
she really did not need any more temptation to day.
Sliding her chair under the safety of her desk, she inquired,
do you need me for anything, Suddenly aware her tongue
was caressing her lips in her habit she had when
she was downright horning. No, I'm good, he replied, obviously
oblivious to her desert, his attention firmly on the contents
of his tool box. What is it with men? Okay,
wake me up? If you need anything with her quick
response and closed her eyes, determined to enjoy the rest
of the sleep she had started earlier. She had another
couple of hours before everyone else would return. That was
ample time to rid herself of both her hangover and
the wanting thoughts invading her mind. It felt like she'd
only drifted off for a minute before he disturbed her again,
the problems in the cables under the desks. I'm going
to have to work under the desks. Refusing to return
totally from the bliss of sleep, Anne's eyes remained firmly closed. Fine,
I'm here if you need me, but please only if
it's urgent. And with that, and surrendered to her much
needed sleep once more. Somewhere in the depths of her dream,
she became aware of warm hands pushing her knees gently apart.
Feels sur real, his strong hands moving gently up her calves,
rough fingers caressing her silken skin. Desire automatically takes over
a Han's thighs naturally part, willing the attention, wanting the
feeling of his hands, his lips, his tongue along her body.
Her scirp falls apart, exposing her wet panties to him.
Exposing her desire, her lust, her need, Alternating between sensuous kisses,
long flicks of his tongue, the stinging bite of his teeth.
He slowly moves his mouth up her legs, even in
her dream, and can feel the desire burning inside of her,
the aching in her pussy, her clit to be licked, caressed, fucked,
as his mouth moves over the inside of her knees,
his rough stubble burning at her soft skin, tantalizing her,
her pussy gently throbbing, aching for those lips, those fingers
that cock. The heat radiating from his lips is undeniable.
A gentle moon drops from her lips, A gentle moan
drops from her lips. Fuck me please. Ignoring her please,
he continues to move slowly up her thighs, the gentle
sting of his teeth selling shock waists straight up through
her thighs into a pussy and right there on her clip.
As Anne pushes her chair back, his lips never leave
her skin, the firm flick of his tongue causing her
body to wake in such intense ways. Already her thighs
tense as he slowly moves up her toes, curling in
her strappy sandals. Jesus, she moans, her hands drop on
the thick curls of his hair, running her fingers tightly
through them as he moves slowly towards where she needs
to feel, his mouth, pulling him further, her wont overpowering
any abition she has left, His breath caressing that soft
flesh on the inside of her thighs, the dampness of
his lips burning through as she feels his stubble caressing
the outside of her wet panties, teasing the lips of
her pussy to that softial please, she gasps. Turning his head,
his tongue teases along the edge of her panties. Looking down,
she holds the intense gaze of his deep blue eyes,
willing his tongue further deeper. Slowly, he slides one finger
up the lace edge of her panties, easing it back,
exposing her wonton pussy to the merciless pleasure of his tongue.
Determined to hold that gaze of his beautiful eyes, she
refuses to close hers as his fingers trace a slow
line along the length of her lips. Her stomach tenses
in anticipation of the desire as he circles her clip,
denying her the pleasure of stroking it, just yet satisfied
with watching her writhe in passion as he parts her lips.
The rush of a gentle breath caresses around her clit,
teasing it still further. Anne's body responds with an intense
shudder from head to toe, her fingers grasping at his hair,
Resisting the pull of her hands. He gives one intense
flick of his tongue, firm and lavish, across her c lit,
forcing her body to arc with need. Smiling gently, his
tongue caresses slowly around her clit, taunting it, teasing it,
before his lips suck gently on it, pulling it firmly
between his teeth. The stinging pleasure of his teeth subsiding
as his tongue gently caresses between her lips, tasting her
sweet juices, pushing up higher until it brushes along her
clip with firm, long strokes, making hands back hark again,
and then the sudden thrust of his fingers deep into hands,
pussing force a needy cry from her mouth, Oh God,
The sensation fueled by her wet pleasure seeping down her thighs,
her lips stretching around his rough fingers as they thrust
deeper and deeper into Anne's inviting pussy, his tongue flicking
viciously across her clip, sucking it, biting it. The orgasm
already moving up her body, is undeniable and yielding, unstoppable.
As her thighs clenched tightly around his head, she can
hear herself moaning, which just intensifies the sensations moving through
her body. The clenching in her stomach becomes a swirling,
intense and burning through her like wildfire. She grasps tightly
at his hair, pulling him harder onto her pussy, needing
to release, needing to come. Anne's body tenses as the
orgasm explodes over her body, his tongue slowing. Han's body
shudders in pleasure. He stands up, his heart cock, pressing
the denim of his faded jens, hungrily a grass at
his belt buckle and then his waistband, her lips seeking
his hard cock as his pants drop to the floor.
Firm and hot on her tongue, she slides her lips
up and down his length, enjoying the acre pleasure as
he grows even harder. Between her lips is throbbing need
teasing at her tongue wantingly, and takes him deeper, suppressing
a gag as he threatens her throat, tears stinging down
her cheeks as she feels its cock pulsing in her mouth.
The first drops a pre comb, easing onto her tongue.
His fingers grasped at her hair, pulling her head back
and away from his delicious cock. Lifting her roughly from
her chair, he pushes her onto and wraps her legs
around his waist. The tune of Lady Madonna drifts through
the air before silencing and her cellphone vibrating on the
desk next to her. A mischievous glint appears in his eyes.
Watch your number without thinking, and gives him her number.
He picks up the desk phone and downs quickly, all
the time his intensely blue eyes never leaving Anne's. The
tune of Lady Madonna drifts through the air again, grabbing
her phone, and he holds it tight against her clit,
the vibration in the phone setting off tremors through Anne's body.
Read oh again. The vibrations against her clit. Read ow again,
the vibrations against her clit, her body aching with the
waves of pleasure moving up and down her read ow,
more vibrations, her clit throbbing, aching in pleasure, her pussy
needing to be fought so hard, so deeply. Pulling her
skirt apart, his arms push harshly under her legs, lifting
them over his shoulders, moving her panties to one side.
He pushes his throbbing erection deep inside Anne's eager pussy,
her wet lips stretching around his girth as he pounds
into her, leaning into her, his thrust quicken, forceful, masterful, animalistic,
the burning desire in his eyes arousing Anne even further desperately.
She grasps at the side of the desk, pulling herself
on to him, meeting every thrust with her own passionate motion,
His rough hands finding her clip, rubbing it firmly as
he thrusts harder and harder into her. Somewhere in the distance,
she can hear a phone ring, but to immerse in
the pleasure of this hard fucking man, and tries to
ignore it. Strangely, the sound of the phone ringing in
perfect timing with his hard thrust, seem to accentuate the sensations,
as if the phone was teasing her to clit with
every thrust of his cock, as if every ring of
the phone was somehow teasing her to clit. As he
fucks her faster and faster, harder and harder, every ring
of the phone, every rub of his thumb, every thrust
of his cock, increasing her orgasm more and more intense,
closer and closer, moaning louder and louder, the ring of
the phone, intensifying the sensation as his cock explodes inside
of her, warm com filling her pussy. Her body explodes
in delightful satisfaction as she comes right there on his cock.
As the warm pleasure of her orgasm embraces her body,
the ringing of the phone slowly fades. Anne's moans gently eased.
We are panting. She closes her eyes, enjoying the feeling
of his cum dripping from her pussy. His cock gently
slides from inside her, and he helps her back into
her chair. As her breathing calms, Anne feels a veil
of sleep. Anne feels a veil of sleep embrace her
in a perfect bliss. Excuse me, I think we're done.
His deep resonant tones awaken Anne abruptly. Oh yeah, we are,
she manages, confused, her mind clouded from her dream. Everything
should work to your satisfaction. Now great, thank you. Sorry,
I must have fallen the sleep, and says, shaking the
sleep from her mind, I'll let you out. She walks
slowly towards the door, her legs shaking a little, grasping
the hand or She pauses for a moment, steadying herself
as she pulls the door open, leaning against it for stability.
He turns and smiles as he leaves. It's been a pleasure,
his voice warming and resonant. Anne returns his smile, still confused.
As the door click shut, she slowly becomes aware of
a warm sensation dripping down her thigh, enjoying that pleasure
for a moment. The soft waves are satisfaction, still moving
over her body. Confusion clowns her mind. Was she sleep?
Was it a dream? She couldn't have just fucked a
strange man on her desk. Returning to her desk, she
sinks into her seat. Does it matter, she mumbles, grinning
to herself, sliding her hand between her thighs. Her fingers
lift the warm cream to her lips, savoring it for
a moment. Anne is suddenly aware of the phone ringing,
pausing for a second at pussy clutching in perfect time
every sound of the phone as if it was teasing
at her clip, enjoying the sensations moving through a body,
and pauses for a moment longer listening to the phone,
feeling the aching and growing in a pussy again, before
lifting it up and answering it. So I hope you
enjoyed that little story this week, so please remember to subscribe,
but until next time, and always with your pleasure in mind.
This is Devil and Wild, wishing you the most salacious dreams, the.
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